Ecclesiastes 3:1Maybe it's the warmer weather and sight of daffodils, maybe it's the increase in (and my own!) vaccination that let me see a glimpse of the end of the pandemic, maybe it's finally setting dates with friends that I haven't been in proximity with for nearly a year or more, but I'm feeling hopeful this week. And that hope feels very strange after a year of trials. I am reminded that this life is a mixed bag - good, bad, joy, and sorrow. A piece that I am currently working on is an illustration of a story that I told my son to help him deal with the changing seasons - a lesson that I need to preach to myself daily! He wanted to save all of the icicles from melting one warm day in February after all of those snow storms. He threw himself to the ground crying over the icicles melting, so I tried to explain that the icicles have to melt for the flowers to grow and that everything has a season in life. (This story eventually backfired on me as now my freezer is full of icicles in ziplock baggies and he thinks that flowers come from planting icicles in the ground! 😂) I find it interesting that I am teaching my kid truths that I need convinced of daily. How often am I resistant to change or to something ending that I love and can't appreciate the changing seasons of life? So, this piece is about all of that. For this work, I am using my own photos to collage, drawing/painting, found objects, and my son's marks to create the imagery and tell my story. I call this working process a "mommage" and you can read more about my development of this idea here. I have been really interested in using a house-like silhouette as the picture plane for my work to discuss my family within a symbolic home structure.
The work posted here is still in process and I'm looking forward to sharing the final product with you soon!
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